While I didn't know him well, I came to know Curt (Rich) from his smiling face during the dawn patrol at Sherman. He seemed to march to his own drummer and was a very kind soul. We'd chat back and forth as we'd walk (slowly, due to his limp) down the path to pump up and launch at the beach. It's haunting to think that I just saw him recently during such a morning. It's a great reminder to live every day...